The Coldest Day

It was the coldest day of winter although it isn't technically winter yet. I woke up to Alexa telling me that it was -22C out there, which makes it about -8F for that single country that can't quite manage metric.

But let us begin with the previous evening which wasn't very cold when I shovelled up the lights snow from the driveway. While the contractor did plow overnight, we always try to shovel by the garage door first because neither he nor we want the huge plow to go crashing into the house.

Late the next morning, we bundled up and headed to Riverside Park. The cold wasn't as terrible as you might think because it was sunny and calm out there. It's the wind that really penetrates, but straight cold can be endured up to a point.

The river was pretty well frozen over. Even the darker spots in the photos were mostly frozen but just not snow-covered.

As you know by now, I am forever drawn to the birches across the river. You can see them in the previous photo, but I zoomed in from the same spot for this photo.

The town does not plow the paths in the park, so there will come a time, possibly soon, when they will become too deep in snow to tread easily. The other likelihood is that thawing and freezing will make the footing treacherous. However, we were able to trudge through comfortably on this day.

It was rather an invigorating walk on a good day to be alive.